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A/N: First of all I'd like to say thank you to all the people who reviewed they all made me smile: D! Anyhow... this is an attempt at trying to get into the male mind and figure out how Freddie felt about the whole situation! As you can see its not to good so I think instead of writing any more squeals to it I might turn it into a story after I've finished here, I haven't decided yet though it might still be continued here depending on weather I get any inspiration lol I have some ideas just can't get them written on pa...Microsoft word! So here it is please R&R!

The promise-girls aloud

"Sam let go of my hand, you have no idea how much pain you are causing me!" I exclaimed trying to tear back my hand from Sam's freakishly strong grip, Sam turned her head meekly to look at me from the hospital bed she was lying in letting a growl escape her clenched teeth.

"On second thoughts why don't you try gripping it tighter?"I asked terrified lacing my fingers through Sam's as she screamed out in pain once more,

"Freddie, I can't do this I can't" she cried out to me as she gripped my hand tighter as she did this I noticed the ring she had refused to wear for the past 6 ½ months was glinting on her ring finger, It had previously belonged to my grand mother then to my mother and now to Sam, she refused it saying we weren't ready for marriage. It made a small smile play on my lips.

I bent over Sam and stroked her hair which was sticking to her face and wiped away her tears kissing her forehead and whispering into her ear "Of course you can Sam; you're the toughest girl I know you can do this!"

8 ½ months earlier

I sat on the cold, cramped, tiled Bathroom floor Sam enveloped up in my arms shaking and silently sobbing into my shirt, I stared blankly a head concentrating on the chip in the dirty tiled wall, trying to let the past hour digest in my mind. Or was it the last three minutes? I can't tell because the sound of Sam's sobbing was so heartbreaking that it made a second feel like a century. It hurt even more knowing that I was the cause of her pain, Sam was to young to have a baby, sure so was I but it was different for her and me.

Sam had worked so hard to get to were she was today; she got into a college majoring in the fine arts of photography. Spencer and her had it all figured out, she was going to go do her course in photography and work on designing a magazine with him, He would handle the art and design side of things while she did the photography part of it. But I had to go destroy it for her.

As for me I was going to major in the directing side of things I got accepted into a university to specialise in it, but that could all be put on hold for me for now, But for Sam that scholarship was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

I didn't tell her everything was going to be alright because in all honesty I wasn't sure that it was going to be alright!I didn't tell her that I wished I could take it all back and that that night hadn't happened because to tell the truth I don't regret it! But I did promise her that I was going to stand by her no matter what happened and what decision she made, what I'm trying to say is I didn't lie to her!

As Sam finally drifted off into a heavy sleep and the sobbing stopped, my mind became clear and there was one thing floating around in my head and no matter how hard I shook my head or how hard I wished it would stop floating it wouldn't go away

"Nothing will happen to you I promise, not when I'm around anyway"

What a stupid promise to make, especially me to Sam. I hurt her with out even intending to.

According to Sam in her drunken state, that every time I declared my undying love to Carly when we were young naive teenagers, I caused her the same amount of pain as she did to me every time she soccer punched my stomach ouch. At the time we laughed about it, but now looking back, I think about how harsh I was towards her and how I complained about how she treated me when in all honesty who really treated who worse? I see all those hurt expression that would flash across her face when I paid Carly a compliment or when I through an insult her way! It may only have been readable for a matter of milliseconds but it still appeared and I completely missed it or did I just ignore it!

If you really think about it the promise I made to her in the elevator when she was scared had already started fading before I had even officially made it and it was stomped over and left to die (a/n personification my English teach would be so proud) the moment the words passed my lips.

The memories cause me to feel nauseous; I could taste the bile from my stomach in my mouth. I always considered myself to be a good guy but the truth was I was a jerk!

I looked down at Sam asleep but instead of seeing her peacefully dreaming like I had the morning after the night before I look down to see her cheeks were red and sticky from crying, her chopped lips had bite indent marks in them from trying to hold back her sobs through biting her lips, and her hair was messily spread across me and her. But bar this entire scene she still managed to look gorgeous!

I stroked her sticky, wet cheek softly, trailing my hand up the side of her face to push her fringe behind her ear before slowly bending my head down to her chopped lips and softly kiss her raw lips with my plump swollen ones.

And that's when I realised it... I was in love with Sam and there was absolutely no where I'd rather be than sitting on her floor comforting her.

Me and Sam having a baby, huh? Who would have thought it?

A/N: I personally didn't like it but what did you think? Tell me in a review? Please! Tehe!